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MOVIE NAME: McLaren Secrets
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SCRIPT
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INT. - FOOTBALL COURT - DAY/RAINING
Under an umbrella and rain, a kid with blue stripes and white shirt stands and glares the football net. A sort of flashback hits him but it's just white and blur and he can't tell what it is.
FLASHBACK:
Kid, what ya' thinking, shoot!
Thinking back, kid sees some kind of evil face in a red-puffed face. He pulls off a football move and looks at another player and his wallet slightly appearing out of his pocket. Above the wallet is written "Deadpool". Then kid sees a poster next to goal-keeper about 120 degrees above that says, "Keanu Reeves's Constantine, On Cinemas Now."
Kid takes his Wattpad and leaves the football court on his memory boosting skateboard.
EXT. - FOOTBALL COURTWATTPAD:
(to Kid)
Sir, be careful. It's raining and you might get sick. But okay, some lunges and push-ups will fix.
KID:
Piece of cake...
WATTPAD:
In case you don't forget, sir, I'm writing.
KID:
Good.
EXT./INT. - GARAGE - DAY
KID:
Where's my McLaren?
WATTPAD:
Kissing fairies in the Jungle, Sir.
KID:
The Boston Racing deadline is by 30th November. The same day...
WATTPAD:
...as Paul Walker died.
KID:
Let's go.
EXT./INT. - Jungle - Afternoon - V.O.
WATTPAD:
Sir, your Swings?
KID (V.O.):
(a scene of kid swinging a kettlebell made from home items of about 4.5 Kg.)
it was about time. Day and night, we trained.
(scene fades to kid running, reading and training in the jungle deliberately. Doing all he could related to fitness or health accurately.)
INT. - CAR
(a scene fades to the kid in the car. He's reading some kind of fitness or health book.)
KID (V.O.):
It's about thinking, measuring and acting deliberately. As Peter Drucker would likely say, "What gets measured, gets managed."
We had our own story. When we were kids,
we used to watch movies. Our favourite ones,
were Predator series. Water. Bomb. Aliens.
EXT./INT. - Boston Racing Stadium
(some random guy from crowd shouts)
RANDOM GUY:
Hey, Good luck with that!
We don't get that many chances.
The race starts and kid hits the brake. Car drifts as if on a snowy surface. The kid successfully manipulates friction. Car goes up from one side. Camera moves to tyre on the left side. The suspension rises and car's center of gravity is shifted to the right side.
RANDOM GUY 2:
(Random guy 2 is smoking cigarette and making circle like patterns from it.)
Now, that's like it.
KID (V.O.):
And it was like that. We were
kicking asses and were basically
trying to imitate our superheroes in every way possible.
INT. - GYM
(a scene comes of kid training in gym and boxing with his mentor Ronda Rousey. People near the gym are kissing and mumbling and flirting. )
EXT. - GYM/Beach
Both kid and Ronda Rousey boxing on the open beach and people having romance ignoring them. Suddenly, both stop and take a peek in 180 degree view around the beach.
KID:
(to Ronda)
You know, people are so chill.
Why don't we hit the ocean?
EXT./INT. - Sea/Beach Tides - DAY
A scene comes of Ronda and kid swimming in beach bikini and shorts respectively.
KID:
(to Ronda)
How's it work for ya'?
RONDA:
I just want to kick some ass and kiss someone.
KID:
Not Now.
EXT./INT. - Jungle - Night
The Kid is training and obsessing over fitness. Now he's imagining the time when he was boxing with Ronda on the gym. He slightly smiles, as if he was happy and convinced.
INT. - GYM
Ronda hits him on the mouth and his mouth bleeds and blood flies and free falls in air, in slow motion. Then Ronda raises her hand.
RONDA:
I'd save your ass today. Otherwise, I'd kill ya', sexy boy.
(She smiles in a shy way.)
... hey, what about your tournament?
KID:
I won't win without you.
INT. - BED - Night
Kid and Ronda are wildly putting saliva in each other's mouth and kissing hard.
Camera focuses on Ronda's mouth in close-up and it's full of white semen. She then drinks a Sprite and stands up and hugs Kid.
RONDA:
(to kid)
You know, I'll be out by morning.
KID:
You going home?
RONDA:
Nope, I had a fight scheduled.
KID:
Tough girl are you? aren't ya'?
Ronda smiles and raises her eyebrows
RONDA:
(to kid)
But I'm really well with some boys.
The kid kisses her in return faintly but she manages to touch her lips.
EXT./INT. - Iceland Airport - Night
The Airplane lands and Ronda steps out. She gets her baggage checked and steps out of Airport.
INT. - Airport Road - Night
Suddenly, some bunch of thugs come and shoot her on her legs. She manages to escape but then a mob leader steps in and shoots her in shoulder. She couldn't resist and finally the scene fades as if she's closing her eye in the perspective of camera.
INT. - Kidnapper's Ranch - Night
Ronda wakes up and finds herself tied to a chair. Ronda manages to find a knife in her belt and cuts the rope with her fist and her chest. A slight cut gets on her chest. She ignores it.
EXT. - Ranch/Farmland Road - Night
Ronda gets out and encounters those thugs again. This time they try to attack her and she successfully breaks one of them from shoulders. The mob leader comes and smashes her into the wall. The glass above her breaks and falls on her.
MOB LEADER:
(to Ronda)
You're dead
(he poses a knife symbol on his neck as if he were to murder her from neck).
Ronda takes a piece of glass and throws it to the mob leader. It hits his head and tears through the brain. The mob leader fells down and lays on ground upside-down or with mouth facing the surface. She cries and makes her way through the road. The rain starts. She remembers the last hug she gave to the Kid and cries.
EXT./INT. - TAXI - NIGHT - RAIN
Next she sees a taxi and gets in. The driver in the taxi turns about to be a paranoid guy. He has a sniper in the taxi.
RONDA:
For the sake of this storm,
Can I use that bad boy?
(pointing to the sniper)
TAXI DRIVER:
Um... Why?
RONDA:
Give me that Sniper or I'll kill you(she takes the knife out of her belt and puts to the neck of Taxi Driver).
TAXI DRIVER:
Hey.. Easy.. Easy.. Use it bitch.
Randa zooms and aims to the mob district. She targets the gas pipe and hits it. The gas leaks and the fire near glass breaks out and the whole house is blown.
EXT./INT. - HOME TERRACE - MIDNIGHT
Randa wakes up and goes to terrace. She sees the sky green and imagines Kid sitting next to her. The Sky is green because of polar phenomenon on Iceland(Aurora Borealis).
EXT./INT. - BEDROOM - MIDNIGHT
She heads for bedroom and sleeps while pretending to watch T.V. She barely could open her eyes.
INT. - BEDROOM - DAY
Ronda wakes up and gets a call.
RONDA:
...Why the fuck did you cancel my return Ticket?
AGENT:
Because the tournament has been canceled officially
and fighters are required to manage their transport
on their own. We will not pay for your return ticket.
RONDA:
This place is sick...
The signal drops.
RONDA:
Oh, fuck! No signal?!
Randa opens her draw and takes out laptop. She researches some airlines and books a ticket back to U.S. She calls the cellular agency.
CELLPHONE AGENT:
I'm sorry Madam you have to go through this.
Our Base Station has been destroyed.
RONDA:
Now what?
CELLPHONE AGENT:
Madam in the meantime, our workers
are working and trying to resolve this issue.
Thank you for your patience.
..RONDA (V.O.):
It was a bad day. If there's one thing I'd learn from this trip, it's that you are best when you are surrounded by people who constantly challenge you. No matter external circumstances, if God-knows satellite or base station is fucked up. One thing is certain: you can always calm down, say fuck off and be prepared for the next day. It's just a nightmare. But nightmares are made to be over. And with that this story ends and our hope was that we could get this pressure off and in doing so, maybe put some value on Earth.
Credits Roll and song plays.
KID:
Hey guys thanks for watching this short film.
RONDA:
If you like this short film, then you can pledge us money at Patreon at this link (link appears on the bottom of screen).
KID and RONDA:
(talking in unison)
Thanks for watching.
THE END
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